Turnabout

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- Sorry, I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Sorry.

- It was that way.

- Are you okay?

- Is he all right?

- Whoa!

- Easy, man.

Easy, easy.

- I'm good, I'm good.

I'm all right.

I'm fine.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

You guys are fishing?

You catch anything?

Thank you very much.

I'm good, I'm good, I'm good.

I'm awake.

- Yo, man.

You all right?

- Operator, I need to

make a collect call.

Yes, a collect call, please.

Yes.

For Perry Hayes.

Yes, please.

I'll wait.

Thank you, operator.

Thanks.

- Come on, honey.

Just relax.

- Jesus Christ, Lisa.

I'm trying.

- Just ignore it.

- Oh, baby, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Hello?

Hey, Billy Cain?

- Perry.

Billy, it's after 12:30.

What's going on?

- I know.

Listen, I really need help.

I'm at the bridge about

a mile down the road.

It's a long story,

but I'm soaking wet.

- No, it's all right,

it's no problem.

I'll be right there.

Yeah, I'll bring you

a change of clothes.

You just sit tight, okay?

- Yeah, okay.

Okay, okay, thanks, my friend.

- All right.

- Who was that?

- That was my best

friend from high school.

I haven't seen that

guy in about 15 years.

- Well, what did he want?

- I don't know, but

he was really upset though.

He said he was in

a lot of trouble.

- What kind of trouble?

- I don't know.

- Well, why did he call you?

- Again, I don't know.

It's almost 12:
30.

You have to work in the morning.

- What am I supposed

to tell him, baby?

"I'm sorry, Billy,

it's almost 12:
30,

"I have to work in the morning"?

- I can't believe you.

You haven't seen or heard

from this guy in ages

and he calls out of the blue

and you're off to his rescue?

- He obviously

needs my help, Lisa.

Otherwise, why would

he have called me?

He may not have anybody

else he can call.

- That's just great.

You're off to lord knows where

in the middle of the night

to see someone you haven't

seen since high school.

That's just great.

- I'll see you later on.

Billy.

- Perry.

My friend.

- You okay?

Hey, whoa.

What happened?

- I'm soaking wet.

I'm David Scudzvian.

I'm not sure.

I don't even know where I'm at.

I'm a real mess, Perry.

I took some sleeping pills.

- How long ago?

- An hour, half

hour, I'm not sure.

- Should I take

you to the hospital?

- No, no f***in' hospitals.

- Okay, okay.

- I hate those f***in' places.

- How many did you take, Billy?

- Uh, I don't know.

Eight or 10, I'm not sure.

I, uh.

- Come on.

- I just need

to get some coffee.

- It's okay, we'll

get you to the diner.

Come on, let's get out of here.

So, what caused all this?

- Long story, my man.

Perry?

- Yeah?

- Perry, pull over.

Please, pull over.

- Get it all out, buddy.

You all right?

- Yeah.

It's good to see you, my man.

- It's good to see

you too, buddy.

- Sorry about that.

- Did you puke on my car?

- No, no, it went

out the window.

- I was just kidding.

So, what caused all this?

- It's this basic,

you know, disconnected,

disjointed feeling

that I'm having, you know?

I'm in my 30's, Perry.

I'm feeling real down

about myself, you know?

All this struggling

and pain.

This bare f***ing

pain.

You know, I'm working my

ass off and just going

nowhere real fast.

And the worse it gets,

the more time just passes.

I just...

I can't even get excited about

anything anymore, you know?

I've become like

desensitized and numb.

That's no way to be.

I'm just sick and

tired of all this sh*t.

There's just mounds.

The mounds of sh*t.

- Wow.

- Shall I continue?

- No.

No, that's okay.

- I know.

I guess I piled that on a

little thick there, didn't I?

- Typical Billy Cain style.

Thank you.

- Now, I was working three jobs.

My checkbook is still

in the negative.

Look at you, man.

You look great.

Looks like you're

doing real well.

- Thank you, but

things are never great.

I mean, Lisa and I have

had our ups and downs,

but we have a child now,

and that changes everything.

- No sh*t?

You got a kid?

- Yep.

Jarrod, he's six.

- That's fantastic.

Whoa, so you probably

have a great job.

- It's decent.

I'm able to put away money

for his college fund.

- That's nice.

What is it that you do?

- I'm an optician.

- Mm.

Oh, you're an eye doctor?

- Not exactly a doctor per say,

but I fit people

with eyeglasses.

That's pretty much my job.

- That's fantastic.

See, this is exactly

what I'm saying.

You know, you're established

and that's great.

I never was.

You know, I was jumping

around from job to job.

The longest gig I had,

you know what it was?

It was pumping gas.

You know how long

that lasted, Perry?

Six freakin' months.

Six months.

Standing out there in the dead

of winter and pumping gas,

and cleaning other

people's windows.

- Is that right?

- Yeah.

I even cleaned your window once.

- What?

- Yeah.

When you were in that

nice SUV of yours,

you had the wife in the car.

- Why didn't you say anything?

- I don't know.

I was too embarrassed.

- How long ago was this?

- About a year ago.

I just got out of rehab.

I was hooked on pain meds,

living in my old man's trailer.

- Jesus.

- Yeah.

You get my drift?

- Why did you call me?

- Honestly, Perry.

You're my only friend.

- Really?

- Oh, yeah.

I mean, I burned

all my old Bridges.

I don't blame 'em really.

I mean, it's my fault.

You know, I would

steal from them.

I'd steal sh*t like

jewelry, drugs, booze.

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